Verse 1

Ashes on the bedside

Coffee gone cold by the sink

T-shirt on the chair you left

Still smells like the way you think

Phone screen lighting up my face

Your name buried in the threads

Scroll back to the final fight

Reading every word we left unsaid

Chorus

I keep your ghost in my headphones

Turn you up when I’m alone

Talk to the ceiling like it’s you

Like you’re walking back through the door (through the door)

I write your name in the margins

Then cross it out till it fades

Tell everyone that I’m fine

But I still set you a place